


I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor

by HoneyBee95



Category: Overwatch (Video Game)
Genre: Alternate Universe - British, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Asexual Character, Asexual Roadhog, Band Fic, British Education System, British English, British Slang, Crushes, F/M, Higher Education, Implied Genji Shimada/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Implied Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Implied Widowmaker | Amelie Lacroix/Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Multi, Pining, References to Arctic Monkeys, Song Lyrics, Song Parody, Songfic, band au
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-08-31
Updated: 2017-08-31
Packaged: 2018-12-17 09:18:21
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,439
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11848572
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/HoneyBee95/pseuds/HoneyBee95
Summary: Songfic and Band AUJamison Fawkes - or Junkrat as his friends dub him - is a Vocalist and Bass guitar player in his Band: The Misfits.  It is on this day, every Wednesday; that he sees his crush, his 'Dynamite Gal' leaving her dance classes and disappearing behind the revolving door of their community centre. He wishes he could talk to her, wishes she could hear him sing, but her status as a Suit prevents him from doing so. After being invited to a party he may just get the opportunity he needs.





	I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor

**Author's Note:**

> I absolutely LOVED writing this piece, and I'm so happy to share it with you. Inspired by the Arctic Monkeys I bet you look good on the dancefloor, this is perhaps my favourite work to date. for the sake of the story, it is set in Britain, but everyone still maintains their ethnicities throughout. I hope you enjoy!

 

 

Wednesday was always the highlight of Jamison’s week.

Not because it was Steak Night at his favourite Pub. Not because he finished College early. And most definitely not because he got to practice with his pyrotechnic kit.

It was the day he and his mates got to do band practice.

 

At five ‘O’ clock sharp, Jamison, Lena, Jessie, and Mako (his older half-brother), met up at Gibraltar Community Centre to do a weekly practice run. Genji arriving ten minutes later. Jamison always got there first, arriving a half an hour earlier than the rest. And Just enough time to see _her_.

The _real_ highlight of Jamison’s week.

 

He called her Dynamite Gal.

She was tall and dark skinned with sharp eyes and even sharper features. Although her skin exuded the warmth of an Indian summer, her countenance was colder than Ice. Every step she took was filled with calculation and purpose, as if nothing she ever did was by accident. She came into his life like an explosion. Unexpected, and undeniably there.

His Dynamite Gal

 

‘She’s Gorgeous’ Jamison drawled to his friends after one of their practices. A hot chip stuck between his fingers and pressed against his lip like a cigarette. ‘She is absolutely gorgeous’. Lena picked up one of her chips, and threw it at Jamison’s head. ‘Junkrat has a crush’ she teased, grinning like a cat. Junkrat scowled, popping the offending chip into his mouth ‘Oi! You’re one to talk, Tracer. You fancy the instructor’ a chorus of laughter erupted on the table, Tracer’s ears burning bright as she took a swig out of her beer. ‘Trace likes ‘em older’ Jesse chortled, earning a good-natured swipe from the vocalist.

 

‘Hey it’s not just me, you like that Asian guy! No offence Sparrow’

‘None taken’

‘It’s Prince Charming, and he’s an angel’

‘Not as much as _my_ Angel’

‘Keep dreaming Sparrow’ Junkrat said nudging Mako in the ribs, ‘but my Dynamite Gal is the best’ ‘you lot have barely spoken to them’ Mako grumbled chewing on his steak. ‘what makes you think they would even be interested? ‘sides’ Mako sat back looking them all in the eye ‘they’re Suits’.

 

Suits where the Blue Bloods of society. The rich and almighty. Genji was one, but he didn’t exactly fit in with his kind. None of them did. Aside from him, they were all from Blue Collar families.

Dynamite Gal was a member of Ms. Lacroix’s Music and Dance academy. A prestigious dance school that very few people got into. _A_ _Suits School_. If any of the team had their way, they wouldn’t even look at the members. But as it turned out, attraction was never an easy thing. There was The Mistress, Angel, Pharaoh and – Junkrat hated this guy – Prince Charming. Prince Charming and Dynamite Gal seemed to be on good terms. _Very_ good terms. Whenever Jamison arrived to set up (and _not_ to watch her dance) he was always with her. Whether it was to catch a breather, rehearse their steps, or pack up to go, that tosser was always right beside his not-girlfriend. One time, the too-handsome-oaf got her to laugh. Jamison didn’t like it.

 

‘Doesn’t it bother you Desperado?’ Jamison cried, as Jesse cleaned Peacekeeper. ‘How close they are. For all we know they could be’ he shivered, the thought disturbing ‘ _dating’_. Jesse strummed on Peacekeeper, a soft hum escaping from the guitar. ‘now why should it bother me who Prince Charming is with?’

‘I don’t know, doesn’t it seem a little weird to you?’

‘you and Tracer have been mates since Primary and the two of you aren’t shagging’

‘Trace is a Lesbian’ Junkrat cried exasperated. ‘And he may be gay or bi. I don’t know, I couldn’t care less’ Jesse shrugged ‘how’s that song going by the way?’

‘the one about Dynamite Gal?’

‘Yeah’

‘alright. But it’s hard getting the words out. I may need to practice it’

‘better put it on pause now love,’ Tracer whispered, ‘cause the dance group are coming’ as if on que, the main door opened and the dance group swept out. They came out in pairs, Prince Charming with Dynamite Gal and Angel with Pharaoh. Only The Mistress coming out on her own, a small case of CD’s following in her wake.

 

A flurry of annoyance surfaced in Junkrat’s stomach as he watched Dynamite Gal and Prince Charming walk by, arms linked. As his eyes followed them out, he caught the tail end of their conversation:

‘ – brother is being ridiculous, he won’t listen to reason’

‘Hanzo, you know you and your parents didn’t give him a choice’

‘If we left him to it, he’d make an arse of himself and the family name’

‘I know, you’re right. But it’s his birthday. At the very least – ‘

They disappeared behind the revolving door. ‘Bonjour’ The Mistress nodded, as she passed by. ‘H-hi!’ Tracer said in a high-pitched voice, face going pink.  The Mistress’ lips quirked into a small smile, and she too disappeared behind the revolving door.

 

The team set up. Making fun of Tracer and her smooth talking. They were going over lyrics (a song called Come Together) when Genji walked in. ‘I hate my family so much’ Genji whined, dropping his backpack and keyboard onto the floor. He fell on top of a green bean bag (courtesy of Mako) face first, and lay on it, defeated.

‘what happened?’

‘my birth, that’s what happened’

‘you got that right, your mum should have swallowed’ Genji sat up, rolling his eyes at Jamison’s comment. ‘My parents are holding a party for my birthday. But instead of asking me what I want, they’ve gone ahead and asked my brother to arrange something for me’ they all winced.

‘Ouch love, what’re you going to do?’

‘nothing now, the party’s this time next week, so I can’t really change it’

‘Sorry mate’ Junkrat rubbed Genji’s arm, ‘anything we can do?’ ‘well’ Genji sighed ‘you lot being there would really help. My family are Suits as you already know, and – ‘ Genji caught himself suddenly, unsure.

‘what is it, Sparrow?’

Genji stammered, but said very _carefully_ : ‘my brother’s friends are going to be there,’ he sighed. ‘They’re nice people and all but’ he made a face and raised his hands

‘obnoxious?’

Genji blushed and shook his head ‘No. Far from it. You’ll see when you get there. Come on, let’s make some music!’

 

Wednesday rolled around once more, and the band met up to practice just before heading off to Genji’s party. It was a success overall. Jamison had finally finished his song for Dynamite Gal and practiced it with the band, who were all a flutter about its genius. ‘You know something Jess, Dynamite Gal wasn’t here today’ Junkrat mused, packing his guitar away. Jesse frowned in thought ‘come to think of it, neither was Prince Charming. None of the class was here today. Wonder what happened to ‘em?’ ‘who knows’ Jamison drawled, picking up his now packed guitar, ‘it’d be funny if Genji actually knew those guys though, and they were on their way to his party’.

 

The band got dressed and waited outside. A blue limo pulled up, and out stepped Genji, dressed to the nines in a dashing black suit. The green waistcoat and bow tie complimenting his neatly jelled back green hair.  He looked amazing. ‘you look stupid’ Junkrat said, giving him a once over. ‘don’t think I don’t already know it’ Genji replied ushering his friends inside, ‘onwards Athena’. The drive was a nice one, the band making quiet banter about each other’s clothes. Genji was suspiciously quiet during most of the journey Jamison noted, taking in his tense body language. Perhaps he was embarrassed.

 

 

‘we’re here’ he murmured as the limo stopped in front of the steps. They climbed out, and stopped in front of the doors ‘before we go in guys, can you promise me something’ Genji’s eyes were all over the place, looking anywhere but his friends faces,

‘what is it love?’

‘we’ve got your back Sparrow’

‘Yeah mate’

‘hmm’

Genji squirmed ‘promise me you won’t freak out’ he turned around and pushed open the double doors.

 

The Shimada’s had money.

Everything seemed to be made out of marble in the mansion, with waiters running here and there as they carried small trays of various delicacies around the room. People where dressed head to toe in grandeur, holding polite conversation with one another. Jesse let out a low whistle ‘I feel mildly underdressed Sparrow. I didn’t think it would be this fancy’ ‘I know. But it’s my brother. He _breathes_ this kind of stuff’ Genji picked up a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by, ‘follow my lead’.

 

The band followed suit, Junkrat taking a glass from a passing waitress and attempting to appear just as dignified as the rest of the people there. He felt out of place. Underdressed, and unprofessional, he knew he didn’t belong, looking down at his gaudy shirt, tie and jeans. Suits always made him feel inferior, and coming from a working-class family only magnified the feeling more. ‘I wish we’d never came’ Jamison whispered to Jesse who scowled at him, ‘Don’t be like that Junkrat! This is Genji’s special day, and if he wants us here to support him, we’ll just have to –‘ Jesse stopped suddenly, something catching his eye. The lead guitarist began to gape, audibly gasping at something he had seen. Jamison followed his gaze, only to be frozen solid in place too. ‘What’s the matter love’s?’ Tracer asked confused. ‘you all look like you’ve seen a g-‘ Tracer’s eyes followed theirs as she spoke, only for her voice to die at the sight at the end of the hall.

 

A small cluster of people stood beside the bar. Dressed to the nines and shining brighter than stars. They had all the airs and graces of people who had never tasted hardship in their lives, their athletic and lean builds speaking of high calibre training in the arts, more specifically, _dance_. One of the women in particular caught Jamison’s eye. She wore a blue sari with a distinct silver lotus pin attached to the shoulder of her dress, keeping the material from slipping off her shoulder. She was tall and dark skinned and from where Jamison stood, she seemed to have sharp eyes and with even sharper features. And although her skin exuded the warmth of an Indian summer, she seemed colder than –

‘Genji!’ Tracer’s voice hissed, snapping Jamison out of his trance. ‘You _know_ the dance people?’ Genji looked sheepish. ‘more than know’ he confessed, embarrassed. ‘The one you guys call Prince Charming? He’s my _brother_ ’ and as if on cue, a voice declared: ‘ah, there you are Genji’, It was Prince Charming.

 

 Jamison wanted to throw up. Dynamite Gal, and the entire dance team were _walking over_. ‘Good evening’ Prince Charming greeted, lifting his glass and nodding politely. ‘you must be Genji’s friends. He’s speaks highly of you all, all the time’ ‘that’s funny, because he barely speaks of you’ Jesse muttered, glaring at the green haired pianist from the corner of his eye. Genji blushed, and Prince Charming raised a single perfect eyebrow at his words. ‘You are the group that comes into the community centre after us, no? I am Amelie Guillard – Lacroix. The Instructor of the academy’ she took Tracer’s hand in her own, and shook it firmly, heat filling the vocalist’s cheeks at the contact. ‘Ah, where are our manners?’ Angel shook her head, embarrassed. ‘We haven’t introduced ourselves. Genji knows who we are, but you don’t know us. Hello, I am Angela’ Angel(a) said, a gorgeous smile lighting up her face.

‘Hanzo Shimada’ said Prince Charming

‘Fareeha Amari’ said Pharaoh

‘Satya Vaswani’ Dynamite Gal said finally. At last, a name to her beautiful face.

 

‘I’ve heard you sing. I must say it’s not my kind of music, but you all have talent. Are you a band?’ Tracer stammered at Amelie’s question. Unsure of what to say. None of them had been expecting this, not even Mako. And nothing phased him. Junkrat answered: ‘that we are, Tracer here is our lead vocalist’

‘Tracer? Is that your name?’ Fareeha said, looking at her incredulously

‘no, that’s my nickname. My actual name is Lena, but you all can call me Tracer’ she answered finding her words. ‘what do you do?’ it was Dynamite Gal, Satya who asked. She was looking directly at Junkrat. He swallowed. ‘Jamison Fawkes’ he began, giving her his name, ‘but my friends call me Junkrat. I’m a vocalist and bass guitarist. I mainly do backing and all that jazz, nothing too special’ Satya took a sip from her champagne, observing him gently. ‘How did it happen?’ she asked suddenly, ‘how did what happen?’ she nodded at Jamison ‘your arm. How did it happen?’ Junkrat raised an arm reflexively to his prosthetic, suddenly realising what she meant. From the corner of his eye, Junkrat could see the rest of his team having conversation with the other dance group members. Although they were not talking in a group, he could tell they were all listening into one anothers conversations. And if Jessie’s flinch was anything to go by, he had heard Satya’s question.

 

Junkrat shrugged, ‘me dad was an idiot that’s all. When I was a kid he used to experiment with fireworks. An’ since I had small hands back then, I often helped him with his work. One day he forgets to put out his fag properly and I go to pick up a firework. Not realising that the fuse is lit. Long story short, here I am with one working arm and a peg for a leg’ he chortled earning a – heart stopping – laugh from Satya. Her teeth were full and wide, stretching out across her face like a jewel.

 

Jamison was struck by how _gorgeous_ she was, just from her smiling alone, that he missed what she said next entirely. ‘What?’ he drawled eyes wide. Satya smirked and repeated what she had said: ‘it’s nice to talk to someone about prosthetics. Most people are too afraid to ask how it happened’

‘oh I agree, I wish more people would ask. Most of me mates don’t even know how it happened.’

‘I blame social graces. They're pretty stifling aren’t they?’

‘Oh you can say that again Sheila’

‘Sheila?’ Satya asked surprised, ‘are you Australian?’

‘that I am. From the wonderful world of Oz me and Roadie over there’ he nodded at his brother (who was debating quietly with Fareeha) ‘but enough about me, what about you? How’d you lose your arm?’ Jamison said looking at the white and blue prosthetic connected to the young woman’s shoulder, the lotus brooch bringing out it’s features. ‘My mother was a Politician’ Satya began, observing Jesse and Hanzo ‘some of what she spoke about frightened many of the people in the opposing party, so much so that they planted a small bomb in the back her car. I happened to be in the car on the day it was planted, and when I woke up after the explosion, my father told me I would not be living with them anymore. Shortly after I left the hospital, I was sent here to live with my uncle. And ive been here ever since.’

Jamison blinked, surprised. ‘I’m so sorry’

‘what for? You did nothing wrong. I’m just grateful they gave me this opportunity. If it wasn’t for them I would never have met Hanzo’

Jamison’s heart sank. ‘Oh, are you two a thing then?’ he asked, trying his best not to seem too hurt. Satya chuckled politely and signaled for another drink. ‘you’d think that’ she replaced her empty champagne glass with a full one. The waiter offered one to Junkrat who politely declined, ‘but Hanzo is nothing more than a brother to me. He was my first friend when I arrived’ she took a sip as she said this, just as Genji’s loud rambling cut through their conversation: ‘ – and that’s not all, we’ve won several competitions too!’ many of the band were now looking at Genji, and a small gathering of watched on from a distance as he spoke. Junkrat caught Genji’s eye ‘isn’t that right Jamie? And this guy is the one behind it all’ Junkrat snorted quietly as the pianist prattled on to Angela, beckoning to Jamison. ‘He’s trying to impress her’ Satya said smirking, Jamison snorted, ‘you can tell?’ ‘I’ve known him since he was a boy. I know Genji almost better than he does’ Satya said sniffing ‘that and she’s all he ever talks about.’ Satya said, continuing to listen to their conversation.

 

Genji went on: ‘ - he writes most of our songs too! I mean, right now we’re working on a song about Satya and -’ Genji froze as he said this, and Jamison wished the floor would swallow him as the many eyes in the hall turned to focus on him. Genji was many things. And an idiot was one of them. Satya raised an arched eyebrow at this and turned to Junkrat, ‘is that true?’

‘I–I mean it’s a song inspired by you – ‘ he stammered, looking anywhere but the young lady at his side. ‘well if that’s the case, then I demand you play’ Satya declared ‘if I am to be your muse, then I must know what you’ve said about me’ she smirked. ‘I agree’ a tall woman approached the pair, Jesse and Hanzo just behind her. ‘If all your music is just as good as Genji says, why not demonstrate it now? It is Genji’s birthday after all. And what better way to celebrate than with the thing he loves most: music.’

‘Sorry love’ Lena cried, looking for an escape, ‘but most of us don’t have our equipment. I don’t know how you can expect us to play without the right instruments in the first place’ the woman stood straighter, ‘that can be arranged’ she said defiantly. ‘we have a selection of different instruments in our music room for you choose from’ she looked at Satya ‘and we must here this song of yours. For what is the point of a muse if you cannot play your piece to them?’

~~~

A cold sweat broke over Jamison's skin. 15 minutes earlier, if anyone had told him he would be singing his song to the girl of his dreams, hed have asked to have whatever it was that person had been smoking. And now 15 minutes later, here he was stood at the centre of the platform of one his best friends house’s, with a guitar worth more than he could make in a year, about to perform to the girl of his dreams, and her friends and her – somewhat – family.

 

‘I’m gonna kick your arse after this Genji’ Jamison whispered as the band took their positions. Jamison loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. ‘you’ve got this love’ Lena whispered from the side, adjusting her mic. Jamison sighed and closed his eyes. It was now or never. Eyes still closed, he signalled a countdown to his team, and at one, they began. His eyes snapping open once the song began. Junkrat, Tracer and Desperado’s guitar’s merged together as one, the music symphony harmonising as if from the same instrument. Mako’s drums buzzed in the background, thumping and jumping as the sound began to build, Junkrat began:

 

_Stop making the eyes at me_   
_I'll stop making the eyes at you,_   
_And what it is that surprises me_   
_Is that I don't really want you to._

The words left Junkrat’s lips like a prayer, a warm familiarity in the lyrics as the song pulsed and electrified the room, and all those within it.

 _And your shoulders are frozen_ **_(cold as the night)_**

Tracer sang in the background, carrying Jamison’s voice.

_Oh, but you're an explosion **(you're dynamite)**_   
_Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand_   
_Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!_

Desperado carried, and with his guitar taking over, Roadhogs drumming became louder bringing the chorus:

 _I bet that you look good on the dance floor_  
 _I don't know if_ _you're looking for romance or_  
 _I don't know what you're looking for._  
 _I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor_  
 _Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984_  
 _From 1984!_

Junkrat’s voice embraced the lyrics, the sound and words making sweet love to one another, producing something explosive in its wake. It was euphoric. His eyes met Satya’s for a moment, and for a brief second, he almost faltered. Seeing her watch him sing filled him with jitters. it was as intimate as sharing his first time. Unsure and insecure. but in that second, he saw what he could only describe as _awe_. Her sharp eyes focusing on him. And it was more than enough to spur him on:

_I wish you'd stop ignoring me_   
_Because you're sending me to despair_   
_Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me_   
_And I don't think it's very fair_

His eyes never left hers as he sang this, meaning every word as they left his lips. This was how she made him feel. And she was going to listen.

_That your shoulders are frozen **(cold as the night)**_   
_Oh but you're an explosion **(you're dynamite)**_   
_Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand_   
_Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!_

It never occurred to him that many of the people In the congregation had begun to cheer, standing up and whooping at their song. The mood in the room going from quiet reservation to standing ovation, electrifying and exciting the crowd. Junkrat did not notice. And neither did Satya. It was like they were the only people in the universe, the song paralysing as they stared at one another, across a galaxy tune and symphony. They were so close and yet so far apart.

 

Junkrat continued to sing, enjoying every minute of Satya’s undivided attention. This is what he wanted, for her to notice him. And this is how it was happening and he loved it. For once he was in his element, making her see him in a way she probably would never have imagined possible. Heart racing, foot stomping, electrifying music, his blood and life force. The song grew higher, reaching its climax, and as he sang he put his heart into the words, eyes never leaving Satya’s:

_Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues or Capulets_   
_Just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'_   
_Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness!_   
_Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor_   
_I don't know if you're looking for romance or_   
_I don't know what you're looking for_   
_I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor_   
_Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984_   
_From 1984!_

With a thunderous crash, the song came to an end. Roadhogs drumming winding down from the euphoric high. Jamison panted, sweat and slick on his face and cheeks, looking down, at last, holding his knees. He'd never put that much effort in anything. It was amazing. ‘Junkrat!’ Lena cried, her voice breaking the fog of Jamison’s mind, ‘you were amazing love! Where did all of _that_ come from?’ she hugged him tight, the cheers and clapping finally bringing him back to reality.

‘I don’t know Trace’ Junkrat confessed, sneaking a look at Satya, ‘but I think I should do it more often’

 

~~~

After that, there were demands of more music. Despite all the people there being Suits, they actually _liked_ their music. ‘you all have exceptional talent’ the tall woman – who happened to be Genji’s Mother, they learned – said, ‘you all will go very far.’ They played on into the night, switching between Lena and Jamison on certain songs, and Genji joining in when he was needed. ‘Thank you for sharing that wonderful song’ Satya said after most of the guests left, joing Junkrat at the bar. It was just them there, everyone else was off in different corners chatting. Jamison grinned ‘no problem, I’m just glad you enjoyed. I don’t know what I’d do if you’d hated it’ he laughed Satya laughing too. She fiddled with her lotus brooch ‘anyway, it was nice meeting you. I have to go now, have a nice evening alright?’ Jamison nodded ‘you too. Get home safely, ok? And have a nice night’ Satya grinned leaning into the table ‘I most certainly will,’ and with that, she left, the material of her sari swirling in the air as she walked.

 

Jamison sighed realising he had wasted the opportunity to properly ask her out. ‘stupid’ he muttered to himself, picking up his beer. As he picked it up, something caught his eye. A silver lotus shaped brooch was left on the table. ‘Crap’ he muttered in realisation, it was Satya’s. he picked up the item just as Hanzo and Genji approached him. ‘Well done for today mate’ Genji said, slapping his back ‘thanks man, it was a blast. Although next time, if I like a girl, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell her about a song I wrote about her’ Genji grinned ‘I promise’. Junkrat turned to Hanzo, who inspected Jamison with a quiet air of annoyance, ‘she left her pin’ he began attempting to appear polite to the stony youth. ‘I’m sure you can return this to – ‘ ‘Jamison’ Genji interrupted, staring at the brooch ‘what?’ he asked, looking from The Prince to the Pianist. Genji took the brooch from Jamison’s hand and opened the clip. A small sheet of paper slipped out of it, and landed on the bar table. On the paper was 11 digits, and two distinct words: _Call Me_.

 

Jamison’s heart stopped. ‘No way’ Genji gaped, holding his head ‘she left you her _number_ ’ Jamison did not know what to say, to surprised to do anything. But before he could reply, Hanzo was in his space. ‘Satya is my friend’ he hissed, eyes narrowing ‘and I love her more than you can imagine. if anything happens to her you’ll have to deal with me. Understand?’ Jamison nodded, fear overtaking the surprise. Hanzo walked off, his head high as he went to assist his mother.

 

There was no way he was going to mess up. No way in hell that would happen. Jamison looked down at the number and clutched it to his heart. He would call his Dynamite Gal, and this would be the start of something new.

 

 

**Author's Note:**

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